Chapter 33 #2
I trailed lazy circles on the skin just above the waistband of her skirt, causing a sexy shiver.
“I am when you do that,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. I know friends dance together all the time, but Kaia knows.
What if she tells Fallon and what if she tells Cara, and what if—”
I silenced her with a chaste kiss. I pulled back to see her lips glistening from our kiss and her eyes looking into mine with a softness that wasn’t there before.
“Blair, sweetie, take a breath. Cara is not here, and no one is paying any attention to us. Even if they were, I wouldn’t care. All I care about is dancing with you. As far as I’m concerned, we are the only people in this room.”
That was how it was anytime Blair was in the same breathing space as I was, no one else mattered. I might have been a little fucked here, and I might not have even been mad about it.
“How do you do that?” Her question came out a little breathless and with pink-tinted cheeks.
“Do what?” She was caressing the back of my neck and looking at me with those dark hazel eyes, and I couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“Make all my worries disappear with a kiss? Even just a smile from you, and I forget how to breathe. How do you do that?”
I shrugged. “Everything is easy with you.”
It was the honest truth. Everything had been easy with Blair. Perhaps not from the start, but as I had gotten to know her, she’d slid into my life seamlessly. Talking to her, caring for her… falling for her. It had all happened right in front of my eyes without me even knowing it.
She smiled and tried to hide a blush as we continued to dance to the music. I could have held Blair like this all night, but right now there was something else I wanted to do.
Leaning in a little closer, I whispered in her ear, “Want to go somewhere a little less… crowded?”
She pulled us apart slightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We made our way out of the reception hall, the noise of the crowd growing distant. It had been a chore to keep my hands to myself all night, and I was about to rectify that problem.
I had been to this venue only about a dozen times, so I knew where we could be alone. There was a little room in the back corner of the space that was used mainly for extra storage.
As soon as the door closed, she was on me, pressing me up against the door.
“I thought I would never get you alone,” she breathed as she grabbed me and kissed me.
I grinned and gripped her waist, pulling us closer together. “We’re a little needy tonight, aren’t we? I’m glad I’m not the only one. I was beginning to think this was one-sided.”
She stopped and frowned. “Really, so all of my screaming orgasms didn’t give me away?” I laughed and kissed her. I pushed her up against the wall, and she hooked one leg on my hip.
“God, Blair! The things you do to me…” I trailed off, replacing words with actions as I kissed her again.
Feeling her tongue had me drenched. I lowered the straps of her dress until her tits were bare for me, and I cupped one.
“Fuck,” she moaned as I lightly pinched her nipple.
I was a boob woman if there ever was one. Hers were so perfect I had to touch them anytime I could.
I groaned before I scooped one into my mouth, and she moaned when I flicked her hard nipple with my tongue. I was addicted to every part of her—mind, body, and soul.
“Everything I thought I wanted before you has changed.”
Before Blair, I was content with being a one-and-done kind of woman. I was perfectly okay with not having someone to go to bed with or wake up to in the morning. I was okay with my empty house and empty life.
Even when I had relationships, it didn’t feel like one. We wouldn’t talk every single day. We never lived together. And that was fine; I never wanted any of that. But now?
“What… Drea,” she moaned when my greedy hand found her swollen clit.
“You feel so good,” I said.
Everything about her felt good. The way she shivered underneath my touch.
The way she screamed my name and writhed in those moments of ecstasy.
The way she looked at me as we cuddled on the couch together and watched terrible movies.
Seeing the way she did a cute little dance when she ate some good food or took a sip of her chai latte.
All of it made me feel like I was constantly floating on a cloud.
I kissed her as I inserted two fingers inside her. I didn’t think I could ever grow tired of seeing her like this, of feeling her.
“Drea,” she breathed as I thrusted into her harder, pressing her more against the wall.
Seeing her in that moment, with her perfect tits bouncing as I fucked her against the wall, and feeling her coming apart for me, cemented my feelings for her.
“You are so perfect, Blair. Everything about you… God! How did I get so lucky?”
“Shit, Drea,” she breathed in between thrusts.
“Yes. You are so gorgeous like this,” I groaned.
I was seconds away from my own undoing, and she hadn’t even touched me.
But that was the thing about Blair—she could look at me and smile, and with that smile, I would crumble into the earth if that was what she wanted.
I would do anything, go anywhere, be anyone she wanted me to be, as long as I got to be hers.
“Well, this is certainly not the restroom, is it?” A familiar voice caused us to freeze, and I rolled my eyes before I turned to see Mackenzie grinning at us like a damn fool.